"Don't underestimate the Six Realms, any force that can be preserved and inherited from antiquity should not be underestimated. ”

"In ancient times, there were six paths and eighteen prisons, which were comparable to the thirty-three days of the Holy Land, and had their own uniqueness. ”

"And ......"

Shi Changkong clasped his hands together, and said with a solemn face: "Yuzhou is not as simple as you think, there are unusual things there, even if it is the Six Dao, it will not be easy to set foot in it."

If you really want to force the Zhengtian Sect to die, no one will feel good!"

"What does the abbot know?"

Shi Zheng glanced at the rest of the people, and they all saw doubts in each other's eyes.

Now Shi Changkong's prestige in Shaolin is extremely high, and he is also sitting in Shaolin, making it an unfailing existence.

So they didn't have much doubt about Shi Changkong's words.

But because there was no doubt, I was surprised by this statement.

Shi Changkong said: "What is in Yuzhou, this seat is not clear, but this seat knows that there is a great terror in Yuzhou, and once there is no peerless powerhouse to suppress it, it will be completely released."

As a Zhenzhou sect, it is normal to have a background.

Not to mention the Zhengtian Sect, in terms of my Shaolin alone, how can it not be the same......"

Speaking of this, Shi Changkong suddenly paused, and said with a light smile: "It seems that a guest is coming!"

"Guest?"

Hearing this, the rest of the people frowned and sensed it carefully.

Immediately, his face moved slightly.

"What a surging blood!"

"This Flesh ......"

In their perception, the blood that turned into an ancient dragon elephant roared, and they were also moved.

This blood is very unfamiliar, not any one you are familiar with.

"When, there are such characters in Leizhou again!"

“......”

At this time, a Shaolin disciple came in from outside, and after seeing the people present, he hurriedly said: "The abbot of Qiqi, as well as several firsts, the holy son of the Zhengtian Sect under the mountain, Fang Xiu, are here!"

"Ask him to come up!"

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the Shaolin disciple retreated.

Shi Mi opened his mouth at this time and said: "Zhengtian Holy Son Fang Xiu, the one who killed the Iceberg Prison Master with the Peacock Feather, what is the purpose of his coming to Wu Chan Mountain!"

The Zhengtian Sect is one of the leaders of the Demon Dao, and Fang Xiu is the Holy Son of Zhengtian.

In Shi Mi's view, Shaolin is the right way, and he has never had any friendship with the devil.

Shi Zheng said: "Right now, the two realms of the rivers and lakes are joining forces, since Fang Xiu has come to Wuchan Mountain, we can't be rude, otherwise people will see me Shaolin clearly." ”

"This person is here to meet him, and he just needs to see what is unusual about the first person of today's young generation!"

......

At the foot of Wuzen Mountain.

The monks came down the mountain to greet each other.

Fang Xiu stood with his hands in his hands, and Du Zhi stood in a position behind him, acting as a guard.

"The Discipline Academy is awake, I have seen the Holy Son of Zhengtian!"

The monk at the head of the group put his hands together and said solemnly.

If an ordinary martial arts master visits, there is no need for a monk of the Juezi generation to greet him.

But Fang Xiu is not just a martial arts master, his hands have been stained with the blood of a peerless powerhouse, and he is also the holy son of Zhengtian, and his identity combination should not be underestimated.

Only when the martial arts master of the Juezi generation greets him in person can it be regarded as a courtesy.

Fang Xiu bowed his hand and replied, "This seat came abruptly this time, and I hope it didn't disturb you!"

"The Holy Son is polite, please go up the mountain with the poor monk, the abbot of my temple hopes to meet the Holy Son!"

"Okay, please lead the way!"

Fang Xiu suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and said in a deep voice.

Du Zhi, who was standing behind Fang Xiu, could not hide his shock at this time.

Shaolin abbot, the big day is like a release of the sky!

A powerhouse who really stands at the top of Kyushu, an existence that is comparable to the Zhengtian Sect Master.

Du Zhi, as the master of Tianli Hall, has a wide range of knowledge, and he can't help but be shocked at this time.

Stepping on Wuchan Mountain, feel the dense Buddha light.

In Fang Xiu's mind, he recalled everything about Shi Changkong.

Two hundred years ago, the abbot of the previous generation of Shaolin sat down, and the only remaining peerless powerhouse fell in disgrace, making Shaolin's prestige fall to a freezing point.

The undercurrents of the major sects in the rivers and lakes are surging, peeking at the Shaolin martial arts classics.

In the face of persecution, Shaolin retreated.

After several wars, the Shaolin inheritance has been scattered a lot, and it is even more painful.

Those ten years can be described as the darkest period of Shaolin.

Until Shi Changkong rose in the sky, stepped through the martial arts Jindan realm, and directly won the land immortals.

On that day, the great sun shone brightly, like a double sun.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Changkong visited each major sect one by one, either destroyed or defeated, and recaptured the lost and scattered inheritance of Shaolin one by one.

The name of the big day to release the sky can be regarded as a real shock to the rivers and lakes.

With Shi Changkong in charge, Shaolin was able to recuperate.

After that, the emperor set Kyushu and ruled the world, wanting to include Kyushu in the palm of his hand.

Shi Changkong went alone to meet Huangfu Qingcang, and after that, Shenwu recognized the status of the Shaolin Zhenzhou sect.

Since then, no one has dared to provoke Shaolin.

Everyone can understand that only absolute strength will be recognized if Huangfu Qingcang can recognize the status of the Shaolin Zhenzhou sect.

Otherwise, Shaolin would never have the status it has today.

It can be said that the three words of Shi Changkong are heaven in the minds of Shaolin people.

In the rivers and lakes, it is also a martial arts myth.

This is a person who really stands at the top of Kyushu and looks at the world.

"The Holy Son came to Wuzen Mountain this time, I don't know what his plans are?"

Jue Ming slowed down and asked sideways.

Fang Xiu said: "I have heard for a long time that Wu Zen Mountain is the holy son of Buddhism, and the Taishan Beidou Shaolin Temple in the rivers and lakes is located in it, and this seat has been famous for a long time, but it has never had the opportunity to see.

This time I happened to come to Leizhou, and I fulfilled my previous wish and came to this Wuzen Mountain to have a look. ”

"Amitabha!"

Jueming smiled on his face and pronounced a Buddha name.

Obviously, he was very satisfied with Fang Xiu's words.

In the eyes of all Buddhist disciples, Wuchan Mountain is a holy place-like existence, which cannot be insulted by anyone.

But if you are praised by others, you will be proud.

However, not everyone's praise will be taken to heart.

With Fang Xiu's status and status, the weight of the words that came out of his mouth was extraordinary, which naturally made him happy.

Jueming glanced at the empty mountain road, smiled slightly, and sighed: "In the past, there were many pilgrims in Wuzen Mountain, and the scenery was very different from now.

It's just that now our temple no longer accepts pilgrims, resulting in a lack of popularity on this Wuzen Mountain. ”

Between the words, a coldness appeared in Jueming's eyes.

If it weren't for the imperial army coming to Leizhou, it would not have caused the current situation.

He also has a lot of resentment about this matter in his heart.

"I have also heard about the affairs of Leizhou, this matter is not a matter of Leizhou alone, nor is it a matter of the Shaolin family, and we and other factions will not sit idly by.

Shenwu deserves to pay the price for what he has done!"

Fang Xiu's heart moved, and then he said with a sneer.